That's a treat for when I get home." Still she delayed, but before Gammon had taken many more steps she was seated at the table, and biting the end of the penholder.
"You'll have to tell me what to say." "All right.

Take the words down." He dictated with all possible brevity.

The letter was folded and enclosed.

Only in the last few minutes had Gammon quite decided to share his knowledge with Polly.

As she bent her head and wrote, something in the attitude--perhaps a suggestion of domesticity--appealed to his emotions, which were ready for such a juncture as this.